May 25th, 2023

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DARKENED CIGARETTES

POEM BY: AIDEN D. KIRCHNER

Alone, in front of the expanse of black,
Light from the side but faith no more,
A moment to ponder before I crack,
And I reach for the pain without a sore.

It eludes me, that devious and sly thought,
Leaving the notion of immense disease,
A smile - receiving the item that I sought,
But it's a lie - I'm brought to my knees.

One, the sender, blinks and turns away,
Finding solace in personal deceptions,
Letting this helpless being cry and stray,
Upon the brink of futile conceptions.

Once - just maybe - there had been the rose,
Impish grins shining to respond in aluminum,
But the heart - it feels what the mind knows,
Sensing pain in edifices and a small crumb.

Falling, now, with no signs of stopping known,
Occasional hints with the facade of light to see,
Snapping and breaking every single bone,
Yet one would see an untouched body.

Light - the purifying source of all knowledge and lies,
Those Mundane objects re-attaching mortal debts,
Here - no, perhaps there, light returns and deeply sighs,
Streaming the curling smoke of darkened cigarettes.

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I can't just imagine my life without listening to music even if its for one day. I always listen to music every minutes, every seconds. I listen to chill music when I am feeling okay, I listen to comfort and sad songs when I am sad and I listen to hype songs when I am so happy. 

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when we turn on the music, we forget about all the problems.

Music once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.
-- Edward Bulwer Lytton

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be the change…

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DAMAGED

POEM BY: AIDEN D. KIRCHNER

People will usually hurt you in an attempt to heal themselves.
But I am not a band aide, I cannot heal others pain.
It's like once I've been hurt, I'm so scared to get attached again.
Because I have this fear that every person I start to like is going to break my heart, just like all the ones before did.
I was beyond damaged. 
I was broken like an arrow.
Smashed into bloody pieces.
I was alone in the world without the one person who could make me whole again.
And I always would be.

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CRAZY

Poem by: Aiden D, Kirchner

Drawing by Shawn Cross

Trapped inside my own head
With nothing but my own fevered dreams to comfort me
I know the pain of the madman
He lives inside of me
I've felt the strength of demons
And the weakness of self- preservation
And hope. Hope
Hey, parents, do you know where your kids are tonight?
Are they locked away inside of themselves?
Are their minds slipping away?
Mama hen, mama hen
The fox has taken your baby again
Precious minds are a shame to waste
Memories are forgotten in haste
I am losing all that is me
Yet gaining something entirely different
Something that acts like an animal
And speaks like God
Comforts me like a best friend
And loves me like its child
I am its child
An innocent brat, ready for its teachings
Ready to do what is told to me
Believing all that is said to me
Taking in all
And living off of my fevered dreams

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